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I have managed to slip out of my creativity rut, just a bit. I admire the way so many writers in this program work on several books or projects at once. I rarely start a post that I do not finish in a day, so this longer attention span on a written piece is intriguing. I heard an interview on PBS radio with a professor of creative writing. He shall remain nameless, in part because I do not remember his name. He described two distinct ways of working on a story. He starts by just grinding out the words, and later in the day he edits them. He says the later session in which he edits can be relaxing and easy. I see this advice as a basic guide for me to expand my ability to tackle different subjects and new kinds of forms. I not only need to just do it, as they say at Nike. I also need to just edit it. I have written poetry this week that is not all about soul and butterflies, so that is a start. I spun a little story into a poem about real life. This is something I might try with matching prose and poetry posts. Starting with beheading was just too tricky, but I did relate to my grandmother’s craft work and extreme busy-ness with a short tribute. I still reserve judgement because I have not been doing this for very long.
Two goals are eluding me, but I think I can find ways to accomplish them. I want to be loyal to my dream journal by writing before I get out of bed, or even stir. This worked well for a while, but during the last week my dog, who has end of life issues, needed me to let her out during the night 4 or 5 times, including first thing in the morning. I can keep a little bit of the memory while I walk down the stairs and give her the relief she needs, but it is difficult. I have tried to capture specific words and colors from dreams to inspire the poems. I am sad about the kidney failure of my darling dog, so a certain sorrow takes over as soon as I think about how often she needs to go and how much water she is drinking. She has had a good life, and is not in pain, but this is a shadow covering the early morning dream memory. Maybe I need to write about my dog. I have also failed to physically visit the U of A Poetry Center. I keep planning to dedicate Friday to Venus, to revere all things of beauty and love. I think sitting around the Poetry Center reading is a total dedication to beauty, but my daily routine has not capitulated enough to allow this to occur. I will overcome, although maybe not on a Friday. I know that once I establish a habit, a ritual, I will enjoy it. I do love the podcasts and the apps that read to me in the comfort of my home, but I believe the pilgrimage to the poets’ place will change my perspective. I am not taking these failures too much to heart because the whole point was to write poems, and I am doing that. Onward and upward..
I am chiming in one day later than some because yesterday I made a stunning discovery in my family tree. I do think that since many of my real family members have been the subjects of fiction and even operas and poems, I should look more closely at making stories based on fact, or even on imagination. These characters are already alive in my thoughts and dreams and do some predictable stuff. I enjoy all the time I spend learning about the family facts and the supporting evidence. I notice that fiction writers develop their characters out of thin air, perhaps with a culture or time in history in mind. I can start with facts and the skeleton of what is known to make my stories real. I can also write about my dog and stop whining about my precious dream journal. Soon enough she will be only in my dreams. Now is my chance to see her in real life and help her with her dreams.
when i was young Earnest Hemingway fascinated me. I am told he woke up each morning and wrote for 4 or 5 hours and then stopped and did friends and lunch and dinner and chit-chat and, of course, alcohol. I am told the alcohol (mixed with the chit-chat) stimulated his imagination and was a significant help to him in his writing. But, of course, alcohol is a double edged sword and it may have led to some of his troubles. Rick
This is what many writers seemed to do at that time..spirits are tricky indeed..not under control. If your muse is alcohol, you will have hangovers as well as revelations.
The love I had for my late hamster to inspire me to write a children’s chapter book. I have yet to edit that, as she passed on and I couldn’t face the manuscript. Though, to be honest, I have a hard time facing any edits. The passing of my hamster just made it harder to face the piece. I also recall many writing time sacrifices I made for my old lady dog (passed last month). I regret none. She was more important. She was family and that’s the only thing that trumps writing. So, I get a lot about what you’re saying. I wish you the best finding a way to make it all work out!
It is working. She has a little time, and she is enjoying her home and her family.
A very nice read, I love your dog and it sounds like you have found all the new inspiration you need.
I love your family history work by the way it connects in line with my wifes family , so I am always up to date thanks to your work, I am one of the people in your opening who is writing about multiple projects and diverse subjects at once…..daunting at times but this is my drama, and I love it.
It can be very difficult to be creative when a loved one is unwell. I wish you all the best pam and am sending you strong, healing thoughts
Thanks Fiona, we are not sure to what extent she is unwell. She rallies regularly. Thanks for the healing thoughts..she will, no doubt, use them to rally again.
I am so sorry to hear about your dog. That’s very sad — and reminiscent of what my previous dog did just before we had to let him “go”. Writing about your dog would be very helpful for you.. and maybe be able to use it as impetus for other writing. (melancholy though it is) . I wish you lots of luck with your puppy. It’s a very trying thing to deal with.. despite you are doing what’s right for her. It just hurts like hell